Retired god king transferred to witch idol manager

Blue eyes, black eyes, countless dead eyes watching their marshal reverse his path and rise from the darkness.

It...rejects my soul! ?

Roland was inexplicably horrified by the "discrimination" of the soul ferryman. He only felt that he was going against all the dead, and he quickly floated up in the sea of ​​claustrophobia until he broke through the water.

"Ugh! Huh.......ha......."

In the dark secret room, a naked man suddenly opened his eyes and got up, greedily devouring the air like a drowning person.

His body trembled violently, his strong muscles were full of strength, but strangely without any warmth, his black and white eyes were lifeless, and his pale hair did not match his handsome face.

The man's body was intact, only a hollow bloodstain remained on his chest, which was the fatal wound left by the spear piercing through the heart.

Roland lowered his head and discovered this at the first time. There was no deviation in his memory, so this is not a nightmare. The Scarlet Fortress did fall, and he did die in the hands of Xiong.

"I shouldn't be here! I shouldn't be here!"

A low growl of surprise echoed in the secret room. To be precise, this man shouldn't be there, he shouldn't be alive.

Roland tried his best to pump his chest to relax and calm down, but it was difficult to experience the relief of exchanging air, because he no longer needed that kind of thing.

The touch of nothingness lingering around his body lingers for a long time, and a strange sense of disobedience fills every cell. All the signs fully show that he has just returned from the realm of the dead!

But everything is not as it should be!

"Ahem... Let go!"

Someone interrupted the hysterical dead man, and only then did Roland realize that he was not the only one in the room, and his right hand was clamping another man's neck tightly, because of the violent out of control caused by waking up.

Roland didn't let go, but just stared at the other party, the tiger's jaw narrowed even more forcefully.

Because at the same time, he found himself lying in a strange coffin, surrounded by an eight-layer diffused complex magic circle, using devil runes.

With just one glance at the dark furnishings in the secret room, Roland knew what evil ritual was being performed.

The subject...it was him!

More importantly, it wasn't an ordinary person, not even a living being.

The mysterious weirdo is dressed in a gloomy black robe and a black bone mask with a spider web pattern on his head. The name of the Dark Lich is as infamous as the Demon King, if not less.

Obviously, it was this guy who woke him up.

Roland felt the long-lost surging power in his body, his eyes were cold and his face sank like water, his body no longer had the slightest shadow of his life, as if lateness and weakness were nightmares, and he finally woke up.

The soul circuit is unimpeded, tall and strong, this is the real Roland, the curse is gone, and his soul and body are back.

And, this damn restlessness was climbing by the minute, just as it had been weak by the minute.

It's as if.......It's as if the curse has the opposite effect on the negative axis of life, and reverses at the end of life. The curse on the flesh and blood is the blessing on the returning dead.

That said, the curse didn't go away, it just worked in a different way.

Death is not the end, but a new beginning.

What a mockery!

Roland didn't feel happy at all. Instead, he collapsed and became furious. The truth was before his eyes. The Dark Lich used sorcery to rebirth him as an evil spirit.

They have been staring at themselves early in the morning!

"how dare you!?"

Roland grabbed the Dark Lich by the neck with both hands, lifted him up in a rage, and was about to tear him to pieces in the next second.

call out!

The black lich's body exploded suddenly, turning into a black butterfly flying around.

"That's not how I imagined saying thanks."

The hoarse voice is erratic, and it is difficult to distinguish male and female.

"thank?"

Roland laughed out loud, clenched his fists and gritted his teeth. The only reason he could remain rational was the disparity in strength between the two sides.

"Of course, but you have to apologize for your rudeness first, and then thank me for returning my strength to you. I have given you salvation."

boom!

Roland punched through the coffin, his pale skin without a trace of blood.

His soul fluctuation has returned to the thirteenth level, and it still hasn't stopped. It is still breaking through, and it won't be long before it returns to the peak.

"Redemption? How dare you talk to me about redemption!"

Roland laughed out loud, his voice shrill.

Only the messenger of the god of death can master the brand, imprison the soul of the dead body, and revive the undead.

That means that Roland is completely dead, and no one can save him. Now he bears an even more terrifying curse and has become an evil spirit, who will never have peace!

The black butterfly hovered in the air, and the voice of the lich lingered.

"Why not, life can have countless forms, flesh and blood is just the lowest kind, not worthy of our nostalgia. The important thing is that you are back, with a new attitude, there are still many great missions ahead in the future waiting for you."

mission?

"Ridiculous, you don't think I'm willing to work for the abyss, do you?"

476. I Only Ask Once

Roland stood up slowly. He no longer needed crutches, but he also lost the most important thing, like a walking dead.

"Even if you desecrate my body, you can't distort my will. You will only have one more enemy that cannot be destroyed, and you will receive my eternal revenge..."

The fire of vengeance flickered in Roland's eyes, making it frightening. He was no longer the Holy Marshal, but a monster who would surely let every demon taste his wrath.

Not everyone will be "disgusted" by the soul ferryman and get the chance to be "resurrected", but if someone knows the price, they will never think it is a great honor.

"We are not your enemies, Ghost Rider."

The butterflies gathered into a figure, sighing slightly.

"Save these words and tell the victims that you will soon join their ranks, but I don't know if your soul will have a chance to come back."

Roland sneered, even if he died, he was still willing to fight for mankind until he drove all the evil invaders back to the abyss.

"At least, I didn't play with your thoughts, this is the respect that Lord Demon King gave you."

"......"

Roland fell into silence and gradually calmed down.

No matter how much he hated the Dark Lich, he had to admit that the other party could completely make himself a puppet to obey his orders, and use spiritual spells to tamper with his memory before he woke up.

A butterfly landed on Roland's hand, flapping its wings.

"Have you never thought about why, why you have to bear all this, because there is a reason for the curse you bear, and there is also a reason for the soul ferryman to send you back. We are here waiting for you to come back to life, but we just spied it in advance Fragments of miracles."

Curses, reasons, and miracles are not what Roland cares about.

But he was able to detect the subtle meaning in the Dark Lich's words, and felt a little bit of panic. If everything was already doomed, would his actions still be meaningful?

"So, you have been waiting for me, waiting for the moment I die."

"Yes."

Roland's eyes were complicated. The devil is indeed not qualified to wake up the dead. He would not appear here without the permission of the god of death.

So, he was born to die?

The curse of weakness is not only the countdown of life, but also the fuse that ignites fate. The overly heavy gods use the form of curses to help the returning dead continue to move forward in an invincible posture.

Absurd, yet hard to refute. Intuition told Roland that the Dark Lich was not lying, because there was no need for that.

"That reason...what is it?"

Roland's voice was difficult, and he stared blankly at his hands. This was definitely not the result he wanted.

"It doesn't matter, you are bound in shackles when you are alive, and you will be fearless when you die. The undead will continue his journey in the end."

"To me, that's important."

The black butterflies fluttered and landed on the body of the dead one after another, like a piece of clothing, gently wrapping the devastated Ghost Rider.

This once-dead man needs a reason, a reason to stand up and rekindle his fighting spirit, an irresistible and important reason.

"As I said, we are not enemies, even demons and humans shouldn't be enemies. You are destined to serve the abyss, no, to serve all living beings, because you are the chosen one appointed by the Goddess."

"The Chosen One?"

Roland laughed at himself. The Abyss did not provoke the Holy Alliance at first, and more attention was paid to the Free Federation and the High Elves.

If you want to ask where this weird war started, it was probably on the whim of William the Great...

Now the dark lich actually hinted that the abyss and the holy alliance should fight side by side?

How can it be!

"Who allowed you to spy on the fragments of the miracle? The eight-pillar demon god is not worthy to disturb the soul ferryman. The goddess you are talking about is the real master to serve?"

Roland keenly grasped something. The Dark Lich was not exactly helping the Demon King, but more like fulfilling the long-cherished wish of the God Lord.

"Of course I'm not a believer in the devil."

The voice of the black lich showed contempt, "One day I will tell you all the secrets, but not now, listen to the marshal, I just ask, how much sacrifice are you willing to make for mankind?"

"What's the meaning."

Roland raised his eyebrows, and heard the Dark Lich continue to say: "It's not for the hypocritical politicians, nor for the arrogant nobles, but for the people of Dawn who are in dire straits. You should know better than anyone else that the Emperor's blood is brilliant. The millennium has come to an end, and the current Holy Alliance is gradually burying its own future and the future of mankind in the illusion of joy."

Human beings are tortured because demons rise from the bottomless abyss, but that's just food and clothing for the moment. Plane battlefields are everywhere, and even if there are no demons, there will be barbarians in the north stretching out their dirty hands.

Roland didn't speak, and heard the deep meaning in the Dark Lich's words. What he was describing was a more grandiose pattern.

"Chaos has descended into the world, and a new wave of void is coming. Just like a thousand years ago, only the strongest ship can survive and become the master of the new world. Do you... think the Holy Alliance is qualified?"

The answer is undoubtedly that Roland's death was due to the irreconcilable contradictions of the Holy Alliance, and a rotten country would be swallowed by huge waves.

The future master can be the Freedom Federation, or the Obsidian Empire, but it is absolutely impossible to be the Holy Alliance, they are not worthy.

But what about humans?

How many innocent people will die like the Griffin Legion because of the incompetence of the powerful, displaced and homeless, and eventually perish.

"I......"

Roland's eyes changed slightly, and he suddenly understood what, why he appeared here, and the arduous task of his resurrection.

"Now you understand that there will be no place for demons and humans in the next era. We are all the weakest losers, so we are not enemies. Serantiya is leading his people to seek a chance, and for this reason, at all costs, obliterate All those who stand in her way. And you, great Holy Marshal?"

The Dark Lich's words directly hit Roland's heart, or the question, how much sacrifice is he willing to make for human beings?

"You have dedicated your whole life to mankind, and you have never been stingy with your life, but that is not everything. Are you willing to sacrifice your last soul for them, even if you will never be freed!"

Roland's knuckles creaked, his lips were pursed into a line, and he didn't speak for a long time.

But the action has already explained everything. Roland and Serrantiya are the same kind of person. He can use any means to beat the evil leader, regardless of the lives of himself and hundreds of thousands of subordinates, but also to buy time for others, just because this man has never been A competent father.

Roland had made choices many times, but he never chose to stay with Tess to take care of his three daughters.

The Duke of Destruction ran around the most dangerous places on the battlefield without sleep. In his mind, the most important thing was always other people's families, without any regard for the feelings of his wife and daughter. This was also what the Red Sandalwood King hated and admired the most.

Roland will always be the knight of the people. Even death cannot change his heart. He does not want to be a hero but cannot escape tragedy...

477. Soul Furnace

Black blood dripped drop by drop from Roland's chest, like a demon, and the traces of being human in this evil spirit's corpse are gradually disappearing.

"what did you do to me?"

"Thread the needle, lead the thread."

The man responded with fluttering black butterflies, one of which landed on his heart, blocking the blood hole, and the wound left by the dragon spear gradually healed.

Before Roland could understand it, a monster with four hooves had already come from the darkness, gradually approaching with lifeless neighing, but without any hostility.

The evil spirit unicorn walked to the side of the coffin, and rubbed the man's thigh affectionately, as if smelling its master's breath.